Chris is precious - I think I had forgotten *just* how special he is. He dropped what he was doing and held my little hand over the phone for a tearful ten minutes on Saturday when I needed it. When I had absolutely reached my limit. He didn't laugh at me, he didn't scold me, he didn't argue, he was just *there*. And then he helped me turn that pain and shock into something useful - anger and determination. He helped me let the redhead out of the box - the brainy, ruthless redhead. Even from 950 miles away he remains one of my true friends. I shall have to send him something nice this week, something other than the million 'thank you's that I've offered. I love him with all my heart - something rare, but he deserves it.
It was sort of like letting the genie out of the bottle - I let The Redhead out and gave her free reign. Tim never stood a chance once that happened. And I'm... relieved to say that I (effectively if brutally, but he deserved *every* word and every threat) negotiated the return of my items (still waiting on the drawing table as it is too big to fit in the Subaru) on my own without putting my hands on him. Gods know I wanted to in the worst way. Tim was all bluster and justification while my voice was raised, but I think he knew it was all over when I stopped yelling. I left him not a shred of dignity by the time I was done, in addition to allowing him the pleasure of speaking with his attorney (and therefor the pleasure of paying said attorney) who also caved under the pressure, the logic, and the threats.
I *hate* being backed into a corner, but those who do so deserve what they get.
So I got truly angry for the second time in only 6 months. This is *not* a good thing, and I need to work on it. Even under such provocation I just shouldn't go there. My chest still hurts...
Remember to breathe...
Red has always symbolized danger... Are you up for it?